The Walk Home Ch 09

Becky was doing a pose where she was laying flat on her back, arms and legs spread out. Megan got done taking her fake photos and laid down next to her. "I really need to thank you, today has been wonderful." Megan said as she stared into Becky's eyes.

"I think I might even owe you a thank you, I've been having fun too." Becky responded. In her head though Becky was shouting 'What are you talking about, today has been horrible!'

"You must be very brave to have done all you've done. I mean with going through town naked, to having to deal with me, you've got to have some guts." Megan complimented.

"I can't say it was by choice, and it is quite crazy. You should try it." Becky suggested in a joking manner. Soon Becky was treated with the site of Megan standing up and beginning to pull at the bottom of her shirt. "You're actually going to do it?"

"Sure, why not. You've been naked all day, and in worse areas. I can stand to go naked back here." She said as she had her shirt up over her head finally and it soon floated to the ground. "Besides, I know you want to see more of me you little minx."

Becky couldn't help but think something was a little odd, but didn't think too deeply into it. "I can't believe you'd do this by choice though." Becky watched as Megan's hands reached behind her back to undo the snaps on her bra.

"I'm happy to do it, I can tell you're practically drooling to see," Megan teased. Soon her breasts bobbed out into view. Taught little nipples stuck out towards Becky. Becky only continued to stare. She thought she knew better than to just stare, she had remembered being mad at so many other people for doing the same to her.

Megan did not slow down with her disrobing. After kicking her sandals off, her shorts were soon following. Pink panties were left clad on her body. Becky could only think about how the small piece of fabric was the only thing leaving Megan in anyways covered.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Becky asked as she turned and stuck her butt out for Becky.

Becky blushed and looked up at her wiggling butt. She reached up and laced her fingers around the waistband of the panties. She alternated the lowering side as she slowly slid them down to a point of no return. She barreled past it and slid them down to her ankles with a "squee" and a much more toned blush.

Megan kicked the panties off her feet as she then stood with her hands on her hips, butt still facing towards Becky. "Well hun, you like it or what?" She asked sexily. Megan swayed her back end back and forth. Becky was almost in a hypnotized state. Megan's butt was incredibly cute. Perfectly round and with just the right amount of firmness. It was the kind of butt Becky's idea of a perfect butt.

She wanted to reach up and grab it so badly. But alas...she could not. Not because she didn't have the willpower, but rather because Megan had moved. Megan leaned down to her in a teasing squat to smile at her and kiss her on the cheek. "Am I in-line so far dear?"

Continuing to be at a loss for words, Becky only nodded her head. "Well I think I owe you a few poses, now don't I?" Megan stood and had her arms cover herself in a pose that Becky had taken a good often. She then began to pose a few other ways she had Becky do earlier. Becky couldn't help but notice that more about Megan was perfect. Megan had beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes, wonderful legs, the exact right sized breast, and everything was probably Becky's dream girl. Becky had to stop and consider about what she was thinking though, 'Dream girl, I don't have a perfect dream girl, do I?' She thought to herself. Megan's body though again distracted her from thought. Becky's thought pattern was being quite odd.

"I can tell why you so do love eyes wandering over your naked body." Megan coyly remarked as she continued to step closer and closer to the gazing Becky. Becky normally would have argued it wasn't all fun, but she seemed to have forgotten how to speak. Watching wasn't something she was having a problem with.

Megan then got on her hands and knees, and knelt down to Becky. She had gotten within breathing distance of Becky, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Becky was blushing still and didn't know how to react otherwise.

Becky could only think about how this all was the very edge of her sexual desires. Late at night, when alone in her bed, she'd stay awake thinking about things. Having been such a 'princess' she never really got involved with anyone, but this always made her so curious. In her most private moments she'd picture people doing things like this. Woman and men coming onto her. She just was so naive, she never really had a reason to choose between the two genders. And now here she was, living through one of those fantasies.

Megan began to kiss again and again on Becky's cheek. Soon Megan started moving lower, down her neck and onto her chest. Becky could only sit in awe as she saw Megan's head move down towards her breast. Megan must have been reading her mind, because as soon as Becky even thought about her moving to her nipple, Becky had Megan's lips atop her nipple. Becky let out a moan while rolling her head. The feeling was so real to her, so amazing. She squirmed under the feel, loving every moment. The same good feeling she got when she did it to herself was there, but she felt some added thrill to it. Having it be done by another girl, and outside no less made it so much more crazy.

Soon she could picture Megan's tongue poking at her nipples. Becky thought it would feel more wet, but something was off. Megan brought a hand onto Becky's shoulder. It slithered down Becky's side until it over and under he belly button. The hand found its way through her pubic hair. Normally Becky pictured her lover going slower and teasing, but it was as if Megan could sense her want for more.

Becky panted and moaned. The hand was now going over her lips. A thumb was pressing into her clitoris. The feeling was so great. She knew what she was doing, that was for sure.

Megan started to disappear from Becky's mind. The sunny outside around her was turning to a more dark and shadowy image. The hand that was between her legs didn't disappear though. This hand though was familiar. This hand was her own! Becky wiggled her fingers just to make sure. The hand reacted the same. She opened her eyes as best she could to see what was happening. She was surrounded by gardening tools and wooden walls.

She moaned as if just being woken for the first day of school. Trying to sit up she tried to figure more things out. In one instance she was questioning what just happened, why Megan was gone, and how she got back in the shed. Then quickly those thoughts vanished as she struggled to remember them. She remembered she was embarrassed, that she did chores, and that this beautiful woman named Megan was the cause of it all. Yet just like most dreams, the details were lost.

"Wait... so was that all a dream!?" Becky said suddenly as she sat straight up. The shock had woken her quickly. She wanted to question why she had such an odd dream. She rarely had such intense dreams. She wasn't sure if those feelings in the dream were real or not. 'Well my hand is fairly wet..." She thought to herself blushing.

Looking out the shed door, Becky saw the two groups of people nearby had left. What also left was the sun up high. It was beginning to set, she must have been napping for hours. She had to make a choice fast and left the safety of the shed.

She was stunned that she was even able to fall asleep in the first place. Then again, she was awake at the peak of dawn this morning for her friends to pick her up. She tried to remember how far she had to still go, she figured she had to be close to a mile. She could be there very soon! She had enough motivation to increase her pace and walk faster.

Her sleep though had perhaps relaxed her too much. She wasn't quite use to the panic that she was in, she hadn't noticed that there was someone laying out reading a book in one of the backyards. She had only noticed when she heard someone shout, "Hey!" from behind. She could only look back in shock to see the middle aged lady sit up and stare at her run. Without realizing it she had streaked in front of that stranger! She made a quick choice to head between houses and into the front yards to run from there, only to get out of the lady's site.

She kept running with her wits slightly out of her. Just down the street she could almost see some very local landmarks. Within a few minutes she'd be back on her street but the sun was almost gone. It was almost completely dark out, she had been out for a long time.

Seeing headlights in the distance, Becky hid behind a bush real quick to stay out of view. Becky didn't even hear the sounds of someone walking up to her. She only turned to look when she heard the person clear his voice. Some man, probably living in the house she was in front of was there, not looking too happy. "I'll have you know there are family with children around here, I don't think you should be sitting around as you are." He said in a stern voice. Becky didn't want to stay and get in trouble, so regardless of another car coming, she continued to head to her own street. She was trying to tell herself to slow down and find a place to hide, she couldn't let her neighbors see her.

After a few more turns she ended up on her street; just 2 blocks straight ahead to go! There were a few more cars parked on the street than there usually were, but she disregarded it and kept walking. It was officially dark out and she couldn't see anyone out of place there and not to mention she was almost home. Soon enough she'd be back inside calling her "friends" and telling them about her day.

Getting to her own yard, she quickly stepped across her own grass. She was actually almost happy, feeling safer already. She quickly got to her own door, and turned on the handle. She though stopped to realize an important fact. She had locked the door before leaving. She of course would lock the door, why wouldn't she. She was after all put in charge keeping the house safe while her parents were away.

She was naked, she had no key for the door anymore. Even though it was hopeless, she still patted her sides as if she had pockets. She was now hoping this was just some dream like before, but that wasn't going to help. She started to think of what to do. Wait for her parents, ask a neighbor for help, break in, or try to find a friend. Before a decision could be made, she heard from behind her "Looking for these?"